"What are you doing?" Sherlock said, watching the woman dunk biscuits into a bowl of what appears to be coffee. They were currently in her flat and Mia was looking at some of the thick books that were strewed across her living room table.
"Im making tiramisu…I promised ankle-biter I would make her some." She said while putting cream and chocolate over the soaked biscuits.
"You promised me as well if I recall." He whispered in her ear, leaning on the countertop.
"Did I now?" teasingly wrapping an arm around his neck, bringing him down to her level. "I think you have to remind me." She said getting closer. Sherlock closed his eyes, waiting for her next move, until a cold substance was rubbed on his face and Maria bolted from the kitchen. Opening his eyes and touching his cheek he realised that Maria had wiped cream over half his face.
Sherlock proceeded to chase Maria through her sitting room, Mia quickly joining in on the fun as she went to the kitchen and grabbed some cream from the bowl, starting to chase Sherlock.
"My own daughter against me!" He exclaimed.
"Yep Mummy fun!" She said jumping from the couch and covering Sherlocks other side as he caught her, Maria laughing from the hallway.
"Aren't I fun?" Sherlock said, pretending to be hurt.
"No, you boring." She laughed.
"If thats the case then." Sherlock said as he rubbed his face against his daughters, getting the cream all over her as well.
"Bad Daddy." She giggled. "Mummy too clean." She laughed out and the chase continued, Sherlock and Mia chasing after her until they trapped her on the couch and Mia smudged cream on her stomach as Sherlock held her down.
"Now we're all sticky!" She exclaimed under Sherlock. In return Sherlock kissed her getting even more cream on her.
"Stick!" Mia shouted trying to wipe away as much cream as possible, clearly uncomfortable as the couple laughed at her antics.
"I think its time for a bath." Sherlock said picking up the child. "And I will see you tonight." pecking her cheek and making his way up to his flat.
With John
John was typing away on his blog, writing up an article, explaining Maria and Sherlocks strange relationship, and her having the ability to terrify grown men when he heard the door open.
"What happened to you two?…Is that whipped cream?" John stated. Sherlock and Mia were completely covered in some kind of sticky white substance. Sherlock clearly not expecting the man to be home.
"Didn't you say you had an interview?"
"Damnit!… Sorry!" John quickly said.
"Pound in da swear jar." The little girl replied.
"Why are you so agitated?" Sherlock asked putting the child down and looking around the room, finding a piece of paper with dates and and money amounts. "You made a bet about me not noticing you were here?" He deduced.
"Yep!" John said looking at his newspaper, guilt slowly eating at him.
"At least try to make it good, I was talking to you this morning." Earning a confused look from John. "What is it now?" He said slightly annoyed.
"Nothing…I win the bet."
"What are you talking about?"
"Sherlock…I haven't been here all week I was visiting my parents remember…You were talking to a balloon." He explained pointing to a red balloon with a smily face. "How can you be so oblivious sometimes." in which he earned a glare from Sherlock before he proceeded to go into the bathroom and wash of the mess from him and Mia.
"You never said what happened!" John yelled from the sitting room.
"Shut Up!"
Later that night
"Do you feel like eating out tonight?" John said after knocking on the door not waiting for a reply, Finding Sherlock putting on a blazer.
"Can't." came his simple reply. Earning a confused look from John. "Im taking Maria out tonight." He explained straightening his shirt before exiting the room and sitting on his chair, John following close behind. "Do you mind looking after Mia?… Mrs. Hudson was meant to but she has come down with a cold."
"Yeah no problem…so date night? Things are getting pretty serious with you two." John said walking around the room, looking at Sherlock.
"Yes…That tends to be the nature of relationships." Sherlock said wearily watching John behind his Newspaper.
"Just wondering how far things have gone…I heard Mia call her mummy." John said, finally taking a seat on the couch.
"Yes, She has been doing that for the past two weeks." Sherlock said looking at John. "You have questions."
"Mia's mother?"
"A drug addict, Mia's never met her, never will…is that all?" Sherlock asked.
"Have you had this conversation with Mia yet?" John asked. In which Sherlock turned around checking Mia was still in her room before answering.
"You want me to tell her, her drug addicted mother abandoned her?" completely confused.
"No… I mean having the conversation with her that Maria isn't her real mum, you know in case her real mum decides to want to come back into her life."
"Highly unlikely…And Mia knows that Maria isn't her biological mother." He said dismissing Johns comment.
"You sure?"
"No doubt in my mind." He said looking at the clock. Still too early.
"Were you in a relationship with her mother for long?"
"It was a one night stand, I paid her to keep the child and be clean while she was pregnant. Afterwards we had an agreement that as soon as the child was born she would not contact me or the child." He explained.
"Why do you keep saying the child?" John asked receiving a sigh from Sherlock.
"Past tense… She didn't know if the child was a girl or boy, I gave her the money and she left right after."
"Thats horrible." John said as an awkward moment of silence passed and Sherlock shrugged. "So how about you and Maria?" He said trying to change the subject. "Have you guys…you know."
"I know?" Sherlock said giving him a stare.
"Well you know." John said goofily.
"Im afraid I don't."
"She came out of your room the other day wearing your shirt, so she spent the night…did anything happen?"
"I see you have learnt to art of observation John. Congratulations." He said in his monotone voice.
"And your avoiding." John remarked.
"I believe my sex-life is none of your concern John, I will be going now. Make sure Mia eats something before you put her to bed." He said leaving the flat.